“I’m definitely full now,” Colin said, letting out a soft burp. He apologised.
“Glad you enjoyed it,” Avril said, beginning to gather up the dishes.
“No, Mum, Martin and I will see to them.”
She sat back down. “You’ll probably have to run the dishwasher a couple of times, there’s quite a few dirty pans in the kitchen.”
“No problem,” Martin piped up, still finishing the last of his Christmas pudding. “I love using your dishwasher. Wish we’d have had room for one back in Yorkshire.”
“Maybe there’ll be room in your kitchen in Australia,” Harry put in.
“Here’s hoping.”
Colin saw his mother’s face drop. Even though she often mentioned the upcoming departure, it seemed there were times she didn’t want to think about it, and this must have been one of them.
“You did yourself proud.” Harry
